They sleep alone
Pretend to be strong
Rave and rant about stridharma
And domestic rules
They can not express
A single apology or
Tuck the way-ward strand of hair
behind the ear of their wife
A woman's heart
Is pliable, ready to melt
With one look
One caring gesture
Yet it is so hard
For those who are
Born in India and
idolized by indian sisters
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